French song appreciation - L'aigle Noir

Details
Title | French song appreciation - L'aigle Noir |
Author | Off the clock astrophysicist |
Duration | 10:09 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=sgw_QQezrvo |
Description
Today we listen to an iconic French song from 1970. "L'aigle Noir" by Barbara.
For an interrupted experience of the song (followed by some amazing quotes of the Artist, if you know a bit of French):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkT_EN-EDfM&ab_channel=Jet%27aimeetc
For (one) modern version of the song (mentioned in the video):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYp13t3rVKc&ab_channel=ThierryAmiel-Topic
A discussion of the song in file footage of a French TV show (if you are fluent in French)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd-2w4TgIQE&ab_channel=EileenMLakaAdamfulgence
French lyrics
Un beau jour ou peut-être une nuit
Près d'un lac je m'étais endormie
Quand soudain, semblant crever le ciel
Et venant de nulle part
Surgit un aigle noir
Lentement, les ailes déployées
Lentement, je le vis tournoyer
Près de moi, dans un bruissement d'ailes
Comme tombé du ciel
L'oiseau vint se poser
Il avait les yeux couleur rubis
Et des plumes couleur de la nuit
À son front, brillant de mille feux
L'oiseau roi couronné
Portait un diamant bleu
De son bec, il a touché ma joue
Dans ma main, il a glissé son cou
C'est alors que je l'ai reconnu
Surgissant du passé
Il m'était revenu
Dis l'oiseau, oh dis, emmène-moi
Retournons au pays d'autrefois
Comme avant, dans mes rêves d'enfant
Pour cueillir en tremblant
Des étoiles, des étoiles
Comme avant, dans mes rêves d'enfant
Comme avant, sur un nuage blanc
Comme avant, allumer le soleil
Être faiseur de pluie
Et faire des merveilles
L'aigle noir dans un bruissement d'ailes
Prit son vol pour regagner le ciel
English translation
One day, or maybe one night
I had fallen asleep near a lake
When suddenly, seemingly bursting out of the sky
Out of nowhere
Came a black eagle
Slowly, with wings deployed
Slowly, I saw him circling
Near me, with rustling wings
As if he had fallen out of the sky
The bird landed
His eyes were ruby red
And his feathers black as night
On his forehead, shining like a thousand fires
The royal bird on his crown
Wore a blue diamond
With his beak, he touched my cheek
In my hand, he slipped his neck
That is when I recognized him
Coming from the past,
He had come back to me
Bird, dear bird, take me
Let's go back to the land from yesterday
Like before, in my childhood dreams
To harvest, trembling
Some stars, some stars
As before, in my childhood dreams
As before, on a white cloud
As before, light up the sun
And make rain
And make wonders
The black eagle, in a rustle of his wings
Took flight to go back up to the sky